It was dark and raining, with bad visibility, but this was Jersey, and we don't slow down for anything.

He's a good man," Ranger said. "And you?" "I'm better.

Am I to assume you would rather not have us as clients?"
 "Let me think about that for a nanosecond," Dickie said. "Yes! Last time you were in my office you tried to kill me."
 "That's an exaggeration. Maim you, yes. Kill you, probably not."


That’s nice of you, but it’s not necessary to loan me a car.” “I loan you cars all the time.” “And I almost always destroy them or lose them. I have terrible luck with cars.” “Working at Rangeman is a high-stress job, and you’re one of our few sources of comic relief. I give you a car and my men start a pool on how long it will take you to trash it. You’re a line item in my budget under entertainment.

That's one of the things I like about Mary Lou. She's willing to believe the worst about anyone.

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race.